Red Maple Country.
This nation is ho to myriads of red maples, hence its na. Its territory lies in the northwest of the Western Domain, bordering the Northern Domain, and was originally the land of the Danding Sect.
However, in the last Changqing Battle, the Nine Provinces were defeated, and this country, along with Tiann, Black Fish, and Shuangyan, fell into the hands of the Qing Immortal Sect.
But this ti, in the great war, the Nine Provinces allied with Taiping Dao, already overwhelming the Qing Immortal Sect on the battlefield, pushing them to retreat step by step, and continuously moving the territory to the north and east.
As of now, the countries Black Fish and Shuangyan have already been reclaid by the Nine Provinces.
Thus, the front line of the Nine Provinces has advanced to Red Maple Country, where they confront the Qing Immortal Sect.
On this day, the mighty army of the Nine Provinces approached the border of Red Maple, and opposite them in formation, the Qing Immortal Sect also amassed five thousand troops for the clash.
"Fellow disciples, Red Maple Country is the very edge of our northwest territory. Once we take down this country, all of our northwestern lands will have been reclaid.
The border with the Qing rebels will return to its division before the last war.
Pushing further north from here ans seizing their land to enrich our own.
Every inch we take strengthens us. The Qing rebels’ foundations are weak in the northern border, where over half of the subjugated Immortal Sects they had destroyed are located.
Their tyrannical acts have already led to widespread resentnt in the northern territory, with everyone wishing to rebel against them.
Now that we, leading the Righteous army, have arrived, we shall be unstoppable, sweeping through the northern domain."
Before the battle, Ding Wanxuan gathered the other two Earth Immortals and, in front of many disciples, gave his final rally.
"Elder Brother Ding is right. After forty years of hard battles, the Qing scoundrels have been losing continuously and are no longer in their forr glory. All we need is a little more effort, just a gentle push, and we can break the enemy and restore the Nine Spirits’ dominion over the world."
"The day we shatter Qing will be today. We, the disciples of the Nine Provinces, must encourage each other!"
Beside him, Huang Yuanxiu and Gu Huaiyuan both nodded continuously, offering words of encouragent.
"Well said, the ti to obliterate Qing is now."
Ding Wanxuan laughed heartily, "Issue the Commander’s orders, this ti we will not break Qing or vow to return!"
As his words ended, over ten thousand Cultivators below shouted in unison, "We will not break Qing, we vow not to return! We will not break Qing, we vow not to return!"
The voices of countless Cultivators resounded in unison, shaking the four fields, making the whole Red Maple Country tremble involuntarily.
Seeing that the military spirit was ready for use, Ding Wanxuan imdiately commanded, "Advance!"
In an instant, ten thousand Cultivators below flew into the sky, nurous trails of light illuminating the Heavenly Vault, with the clouds reflecting dazzling brilliance.
And in the midst of this starry glimr, Ding Wanxuan and the other two led the charge, plunging directly into the opposing formation and initiating the attack.
The grand formation of Red Maple Country.
Song Xiren was patrolling among the various ritual platforms, ticulously inspecting every rune junction, ensuring there were no oversights.
These tasks typically did not require his attention, minor matters that the servants would handle.
But as the School Leader, and also the Commander of the Qing Immortal Sect in this great territorial war, Song Xiren outwardly appeared as powerful as ever, not showing the slightest concern for the unfavorable situation at hand.
However, all of these were just superficial efforts made to stabilize the morale of those below.
With such a heavy responsibility, facing an unprecedented foe, the Qing Immortal Sect had co to a dangerous predicant like never before since its founding.
For Song Xiren, facing the greatest pressure, it was impossible not to have any worry or panic in his heart.
Yet as the School Leader, these emotions could never be shown.
Since he could not display them, he could only keep them bottled up inside.
And keeping them bottled up without relief could lead to problems over ti.
Although his will was strong, these emotions would not affect his decision-making, but his behavior was inevitably influenced by them.
Like constantly inspecting every detail of the defensive line over and over, patrolling formations that had already been checked countless tis and were without any real issues.
This had beco a habit for Song Xiren after the battle had started.
A profound sense of insecurity led him to constantly find comfort in various minor details to strengthen his own convictions.
It also served as a reminder to his disciples, making it clear to them how seriously the School Leader took these matters, and that they could not be negligent.
Indirectly, it also boosted the morale of the troops.
And thanks to this, the disciples of the Qing, under Song Xiren’s command, perford their duties faithfully and dared not be careless.
This attentiveness was one of the reasons why the Qing Immortal Sect could withstand the fierce offensives of the Jiuzhou Immortal Gate over the years.
At this mont,
Song Xiren, like always, was patrolling a certain area of the great formation.
The disciples responsible for this area followed him respectfully and attentively, presenting him with details from all around.
Song Xiren listened, occasionally picking a few to verify, and seeing that everything was in order, he nodded repeatedly, quite satisfied.
With the disciples so diligent, how could they fail to repel the enemy and defend their legacy?
But just at this ti, from afar ca the chorus, "We will not break Qing, we vow not to return!"
This eight-worded chant, repeated several tis, echoed throughout the entire Red Maple Country, clearly audible to all.
All the Cultivators in the formation couldn’t help but change their expressions upon hearing it.
"School Leader..."
The disciple following by his side was shaken by the chanting, his spirit disturbed, and he said tremblingly, "Those Jiuzhou Cultivators..."
Song Xiren’s expression also changed montarily, but quickly returned to normal, though with contracted pupils, revealing his own lack of tranquility.
Seeing his nearby disciples looking fearful, he imdiately scoffed, "What’s there to panic about? It’s just the rebels coming back for more, haven’t we seen this for the past forty years?"
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